He tipped his head back and groaned, trying to lift himself closer to Boon. “I’m almost there, Boon. Are you with me?”
“I’m there!”
They cried out together, and Ryan knew Boon had reached the top of the mountain and seen the exploding stars as the wash of tingling sweetness raced through him.
Boon rolled off, and they lay together in the aftermath. “Thanks for letting me erase that terrible picture from my mind.” He pushed Ryan’s hair back from his face. “If it were legal, I’d ask you to marry me, Ryan Halloran.”
“And if it were, and you did, I’d say yes.”
“Then we’d better hurry up and get better acquainted.”
Ryan’s laugh was filled with happiness.
* * * *
A week later, Ryan called Boon. “I’d like it very much if you’d be my guest at the annual producers’ dinner. Black tie.” Ryan hastily added, “I know that’s not your style, but I really want you with me. I’ll buy you a suit or we can rent one.”